thou art a fair maiden
with shimmering smile and bright abode,
shall i compare thee to diamond?
thou hast the splendid walk and life.
my keen eyes are on thy for thou to fall.
i got this appetency of love like hell,
since somebody went abroad to me.
perchance, i plight thou shall hast fine time.
thou art snout-fair wonder-wench,
still i beef-witted clodpoll.
i shall degrade myself for thou like a
man-at-arms failed to protect thy nation.
my sword is as dull as the dying rock;
armor not made of brilliant titanium;
shield made of weak woods from evergreen land.
thy highness, i am not armipotent enow.
ifsoever thou find thy prince charming on a horse,
i shall burn the memories of the past
and live the present with joyance and laughters
without thou standing in the future.
though 'tis a sore immedicable ache by a bane love,
wherefore thou shall stop me from reverie?
thou hast unforgettable image briskly running in my mind,
i shan't wish whilst shooting star came across,
it seems beyond my expectations.
thou leave me crestfallen.